quarta-feira, 29 de agosto de 2012

Thames*

By the river,
walking on the bridge:
hidden was a snake
waiting to surprise
- hands touching!
things happening
all so suddenly,
but no need to worry
nobody’s bitten anyway.

No more chance, word or sight
ever in this journey, honey
- so pleasantly distracted
just waving on the blues
in a single afternoon…

Then just a coffee and goodbye,
a bit chilly for a sun break
- oh, such inconstant weather!
warm and beautiful though
for Eros was playing at the square.

domingo, 26 de agosto de 2012

Young and Wise*

(Lyric)

Remember when we were young and wise
The bedroom windows opened
For the quiet neighborhood outside
At night the moon shining
And our thoughts flying so high

There were so many of us
So many glasses, faces and talks
In the afternoons
The warm or slow ones
Meaning everything
Wasn’t it supposed to last
We only had to learn

Remember when we were young and wise
The bedroom windows opened
For the quiet neighborhood outside
At night the moon shining
And our thoughts flying so high

Flowers, ocean, places
The experience of being together
Or lying in the bed alone
All blue beautiful sadness
Yellow smiling greens
Crying for the hidden love
Of bodies partying in a kiss

Now I’m old and I don’t know
It might have been the wine
All the things we used to know
If they just don’t apply anymore
There’s no time and no past
Some theories were put aside
Now those days were left behind

Remember when we were young and wise
The bedroom windows opened
For the quiet neighborhood outside
At night the moon shining
And our thoughts flying so high

quarta-feira, 22 de agosto de 2012

Praia dos Sonhos*


Nos conhecemos
e juntos
deixamos de ir à escola.

Por coincidência
estávamos prontos
tínhamos a roupa certa
conversamos
tomamos banho de sol
e assistimos corpos dourados
deslizando sobre as ondas.

Mas desta praia
apenas a areia existiu
foi tudo o que na verdade vi.

A vigília do dia seguinte
me aguardava de olhos arregalados
prontos para punir.

Como se isso importasse
a Saturno
pois não há estrondo
nem milhões de anos lentos
a separar continentes
que o faça não pensar:
“whatever”.

quarta-feira, 8 de agosto de 2012

O Cabide e as Ruas*


Por entre a porta do quarto
vejo as roupas penduradas no cabide
- vou pendurando palavras.

A uma ruma de ruas dali
o passarinho se banha na areia.

Meus olhos seguem pela avenida
desço debaixo do sol, alguns passos à frente
aceno para um hoje desconhecido
- desculpe, não posso parar.

E agora me ocorre
que neste ritmo está o sentido.

terça-feira, 7 de agosto de 2012

Real Life*

(Lyric)

Everyday
I’ve gotta convince myself
I’m gonna make it
That I’m gonna watch the clock
And not be afraid of it.

Everyday
Before I sleep
I’ve gotta believe
I’m not gonna get killed
By some hideous creature
In my dream.

I’ve gotta know this life is real.

Everyday
When I wake up
I see the perfect order of things
About to collapse.

I’ve gotta try to remember this life is real.
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